He turned and walked quickly out into the rain, his leather shoes splashing in the puddles.

I sank back against the cold glass of the lobby wall, my legs suddenly feeling like water.

“Victoria,” Daniel said, turning to me immediately.

He reached out and gently took my hands in his.

His hands were warm and dry, a stark contrast to my own freezing skin.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“No,” I whispered.

“They’re going to destroy my license, Daniel.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know,” Daniel said softly.

“I know you didn’t.”

“Mark is desperate.”

“The construction company is leveraged to the hilt, and he’s using James’s charity funds to pay off his debts.”

“They’re using the hospital as a personal bank.”

“But how can we prove it?” I asked, my chest tightening with panic.

“Dr. Sterling won’t listen to me.”

“She needs the Hendricks foundation money to keep the lights on.”

“We need the physical records,” Daniel said.

“The actual delivery slips from the loading dock, and the medicine logs.”

“If we can show that the inventory discrepancies only happen on days when Mark’s crew has access to the building, they can’t blame you.”